Zunis make shrines on the way to a lake where I emerge and
Miwoks gather me out of pools along the Pacific the cheetah
thirsts for me and when you sprinkle me on rib eye you have
no idea how I balance silence with thunder in crystal you
dream of butterfly hunting in Madagascar spelunking through
caves echoing with dripping stalactites and you don't see how
I yearn to shimmer an orange aurora against flame look at
me in your hand in Egypt I scrubbed the bodies of kings and
queens in Pakistan I zigzag upward through twenty-six miles
of tunnels before drawing my first breath in sunlight if you
heat a kiln to 2380 degrees and scatter me inside I vaporize
and bond with clay in this unseen moment a potter prays
because my pattern is out of his hands and when I touch your
lips you salivate and when I dissolve on your tongue your
hair rises ozone unlocks a single stroke of lightning sizzles
to earth.
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